Not too long ago
just across that stream of consciousness
In a sweet glen
of fern and speckled sunlight
Baby deer awoke
to the fullness of heart
inherent in all that lives
There is a never-ending
supply of inspiration
Breathe it in
inhale the sweet perfume of Life
absorb it into every pore, every cell
In the moment of silence
listen to the whispers in the heart
Then exhale into “creativity”
release the flow of sacred breathe
There, in that quiet before inspiration
an infinite opportunity
the grace of gratitude…
In the fullness of the day,
no props — just sun and warmth
light and light-heartedness
sprawled out on a lawn
new mown, smelling like watermelon
heart beat evident
to awakened consciousness
Is there any joy greater
in this moment?
